As you all know, there is never a dull moment with Cam in our home. His latest move is that he has recently decided that he has imaginary pet dinosaurs. Not small ones that fit nicely in our home. Big ones. Life size. You know what I mean. It wouldn't be so bad except that these dinosaurs take up a lot of space and Cam will actually get quite upset with you if you accidentally step on their tails, or get in their way, or ruin their "homes" that he makes for them. (Did I mention the dinosaurs are life-size?) He cried one day because Mike told him that his dinosaurs had to stay in the garage because they were too big for the house. We're talking real tears here, people. Morgan, in an effort to save the day and be the favorite sibling, went behind her dad's back and actually sneeked the dinosaurs in for Cam. The tears instantly stopped and Cam urged his beloved dinosaurs to follow him to his room (C'mon, boy. Follow me.") so they could play. Good job, Morgan. Way to save the day!
Then there was the morning that Caleb decided to take a pretend gun to Cam's pretend triceratops. Bad move. Cam came running into my room in tears with shouts about how Caleb had just killed his triceratops. I sat there for a few seconds with a blank look on my face thinking, "Is this really happening to me?" Then I had to call in Caleb and reprimand him for shooting Cam's dinosaur and request that he please bring him back to life so Cam would be happy again. Caleb looked at me with the same blank look of, "Really? Are you serious?" To which I let him know I was. And while you're at it, stop playing with imaginary guns in the house! Imaginary dinosaurs could get hurt!
So there you have it. We have pretend dinosaurs living amongst us. Cam plays with them, talks to them, feeds them, and lets us know if we have accidentally stepped on one. They go to the store with us, to church, down the street, to Kiddie Kollege. Everywhere. He even pushed a lady at church and told her to move because she was standing on his dinosaur's tail. True story. After that, we had to tell Cam that the dinosaurs were not allowed in the chapel or hallways. They were just to big. They had to wait for him in the gym. He was upset at first, but went straight to the gym after church was over to retrieve them and then all was well again. Go ahead and laugh. I am. I always do with Cam.
As proof of always laughing with him: Here is a conversation I had with Cam this morning when I couldn't find him.
Me: "Cam, where are you?!"
Cam: "um...I'm hiding from you behind your chair!"
Me: "Why are you hiding from me?"
Cam: "Because I am eating your Skittles."
Me: "Cam, don't eat my Skittles. They are mine."
Cam: "But, Mom, they are so YUMMY!"
I adore this little boy. He has more imagination than any of my other kids combined. He is my shadow, my buddy, my Mario (and I am his Princess Peach...another story), my boy, my caboose, my son.
